Mount Apikuni go among the lost

lucifer met chaudry’s narrowed gaze with a slow, knowing smile, unfazed by the weight behind the question.  

ah, un figlio devoto, he murmured, a touch amused. a devoted son.

he let the silence linger between them, allowing the tension to settle like frost on their fur before offering a response.  

what do i want? he echoed, his tone smooth, deliberate. a place. a purpose. a pause, his smirk deepening. and, mon ami, i assure you—your maman is merely an interesting woman, a powerful leader. molto impressionante. he inclined his head as if in genuine respect. but my loyalty is to the pack, not to her alone.

his eyes gleamed, sharp with something unreadable. surely you do not believe i am foolish enough to overstep where i ave yet to earn my place? a small chuckle followed, dark and edged with amusement. that would be quite the mistake, no?